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Standing here, on my tower block,
Looking down in wonder at blossoming orchards
Who, in turn, look over the homes whose grounds they share,
But each knowing that one day, sooner or later,
The homes will be crushed by a bulldozer's might,
And the trees, so young and weak - will die,
To be replaced by stone and concrete.

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